Solarballs- Breathless

Purgatory

Notes: Trigger Warnings- PTSD, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of Depression, Abuse of oneself

The red glint in the universe seemed to loom over the harsh world. Triton, who was lying on his back, woke with a harsh sound of what seemed to be sand crunching around him. He opened his eyes, his sunglasses blocking out what seemed to be a harsh red sun that made the sky a dark blood color. His throat felt raspy as he put his hands onto his chest, feeling his core slightly beat at the moment. He was alive and well.

He sat up, placing his hands on his knees. The harsh heat of the new environment was beating down on his face as he slowly started to sweat. Being forced to remove an article of clothing, he started from his blazer-like jacket. Taking it off and throwing it into the sand, and seeing his tank top, which was covered in what seemed to be ash, and some stains from his cold volcanic activity. Glancing further around, he saw a cactus, how it was stained with what seemed to be melted magma,

"Where am I?" Triton gently spoke out loud and got up. He felt a harsh pain in his core and side. A similar pain to how he felt when he was captured by Neptune. He groaned slightly in pain as he grabbed at his side, unable to bear that pain any longer than he had to. He gasped for any air he could receive, the light choking in his throat as he gripped his side with harsh force. His eyes shut as he glared up at the harsh solar. This felt like home. No— it didn't feel right, this was his home. He smelt the smoke and the partial Neptunian air.

"It feels like I have been here for years," Triton lifted his hand and looked up at the red sun, walking forward he felt the pins and needles of his past, each memory flooding back as he heard the crunch of old atmospheres around him. Though he couldn't blame himself for the deaths of others, he was the one who was taken in by someone who couldn't handle another gravitational force. Though their harsh faint destruction seemed to not resonate well with the dwarf planet. Another sigh left his throat as he looked down at the sand, kicking it with his feet. A lavender-like aroma seemed to hit his face—

"Because you have," Callisto spoke softly, he turned around to see her. Her voice as soft as the winds, seemed to bring him calm and peace. Though her expression and face were covered by a dark veil. It's how he saw her in the night. He sometimes believed Callito resembled a dark nymph, though this time her voice was different. Peaceful, not accusatory or riveting. Something wasn't right, this wasn't Callisto. He backed up, keeping his distance from her. He wasn't going to trust someone random just because they seemed to be someone he loved, he had been fooled by that once. He didn't know where he was, even if it felt similar to home.

"What are you talking about? Who are you?" Triton seemed to press on her, wanting to know more about who this was. He gritted his teeth as his vision started to go blurry once more, and he couldn't stop the feeling of needing to throw up onto the sand. He looked down after letting out a loud retch-like sound, glancing back up to see she was gone. Triton felt her gravity behind her and quickly turned around, she pushed him onto the ground. Her fingers and grasp gave him a false sense of security.

"More like, what am I? You can call me anything you would like. Though I am the thing you fear most." Callisto smiled lifting up her veil, it draped over the sides of her head. Her eyes were soft as she spoke, he felt her presence was uneasy as he focused on her facial details. She looked like Callisto, but something was completely off about her. The uncanny look of something that was wrong, she looked picture-perfect. Callisto would never put that much effort into how she looked. Triton squinted his eyes, he felt his arms burning as the temperature seemed to rise. She did not mind it, she basked in the light as if she needed it.

"I don't fear anything, Black holes and Stars are just beings like us." Triton spat at her, her outfit seemed to resemble a Blackhole, how it draped far and seemed to consume the sand below it. However, it just seemed to be an illusion since the sand would be there everytime be blinked. He felt like he was on a high, except a bad one. Not all highs were good, sometimes. He heard a loud violin creeping up, the soft plucks of the chords as he remembered. He shook his head left and right, he was thinking about something, something IO had mentioned. How the volcanic moon was terrified of the unknown.